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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.