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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.