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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.