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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Erasure 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.