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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.