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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Zapp to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.