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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.