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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.