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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s 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 Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.