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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.