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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.