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 Cuba and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.