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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Warsaw,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.