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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.