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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 linndrum 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.