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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.