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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.