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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Oneida,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.