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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.