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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.