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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.