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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.