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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.