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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.