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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.