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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.