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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.