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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Pagans,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
MDC,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.