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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.