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 Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
X-101,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Index,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.