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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
John Foxx,
Television,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.