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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.