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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.