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 Israel and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.