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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.