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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.