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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.