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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.