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 Angola 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.