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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
MDC,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.