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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.