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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Das Ding 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.