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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.