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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.