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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.