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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.