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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Pole,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Television,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Franke,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.