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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Quantec to the funk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.