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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 The Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.