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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Fear,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.