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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.