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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.