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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Interpol,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.