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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.