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 Finland 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 Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.