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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.