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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.