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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.