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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.