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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.