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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.