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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
New Order,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.