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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.