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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.