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 Dominican Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.