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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.