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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Faust,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.