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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.