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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.