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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.