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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.