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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 The Last Poets to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.