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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Fear,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.