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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Invisible to the dance 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
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.