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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.