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 Croatia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Can,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Visage,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.