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 Swaziland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.