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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.