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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Zapp,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.