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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.