Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Magazine to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Crime,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.