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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 theremin 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
UT,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.