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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.