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 Grenada 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.