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 Chad 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
AZ,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
June Days,
The Index,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.