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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
John Holt,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.