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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.