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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.