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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mission of Burma to the disco 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Index,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.