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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Brick,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.