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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Kayak,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.