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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.