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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.