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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 808 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.