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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.