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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
The Move,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.