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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Yaz to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.