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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.