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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.