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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.