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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.