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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.