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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Magma,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.