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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.