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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.