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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Finger to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.