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 London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.