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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Quantec,
DNA,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.