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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Technova,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.