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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.