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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
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.