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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.