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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.