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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.