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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Nico,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.