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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.