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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.