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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.