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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.