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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.