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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.