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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
ABC,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.