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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.