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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Brick to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.