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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.