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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Monks,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.