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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.