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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.