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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 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 Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.