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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.