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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.