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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.