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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
PIL,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.