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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the techno 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
UT,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.