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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the funk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.