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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.