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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.