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 Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.