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 Canada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.