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 Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Swans,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.