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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.