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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.