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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Q and Not U to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Pole,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.