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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Fear,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.