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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.