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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Unrelated Segments 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Swans,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.