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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
ABC,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.