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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.