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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Jandek 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.