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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.