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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.