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 Honduras and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.