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 San Marino 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.