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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.