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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.