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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.