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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.