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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Nas,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.