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 Malta and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Slave,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.