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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.