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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.