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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 808 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Nas,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Crime,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.