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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.