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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.