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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ornette Coleman 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.