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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.