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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smoke to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe 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?
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.