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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.