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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.