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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Pole,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.