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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.