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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.