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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Pole,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.