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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Wings,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.