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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Todd Terry to the crunk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.