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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.