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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.