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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.