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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.