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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Youth Brigade 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Japan,
Hashim,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.