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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Sandy B 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Ronan,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.