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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.