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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.