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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.