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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.