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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt 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 punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.