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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.