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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.