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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.