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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.