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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.