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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.