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 Yemen and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.