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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.