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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.