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 Eritrea 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Motorama to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Magma,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.