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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.