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 Yemen and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.