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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
UT,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.