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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.