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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.