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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
The Human League,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.