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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
JFA,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.