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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
ABC,
The Monks,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.