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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.