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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.