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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.