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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.