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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Last Poets to the jazz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.