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 Saudi Arabia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.