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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Grass Roots to the rock 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Moebius,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.