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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.