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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Japan,
John Holt,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
UT,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.