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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.