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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.