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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.