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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 The Cramps to the grunge 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.