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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.