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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 The Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.