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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.