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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 güiro 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.