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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.