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 Comoros and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Can,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.