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 Benin and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
PIL,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Make Up,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.