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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.