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 Slovenia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.