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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
The Move,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.