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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.