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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Last Poets to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
X-101,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.