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 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.