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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.