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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.