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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.