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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.