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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Hashim to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
X-102,
cv313,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.