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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.