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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.