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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Swans,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.