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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.