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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.