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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
JFA,
K-Klass,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.