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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.