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 Philippines and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.