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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Suicide,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.