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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.