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 India and from Lagos.
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 Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.