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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.