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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Whodini,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.