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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.