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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Swans to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.