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 Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Stooges to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.