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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
New Order,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.