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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Faust,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.