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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.