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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.