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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Can,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.