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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the grime 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.