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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.