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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.