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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.