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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Nas,
Pylon,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.