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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.