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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.