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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.