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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.