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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.