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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
DNA,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Crime,
Wire,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.