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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.