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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Quadrant to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.