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 Solomon Islands 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.