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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.