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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.