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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.