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 Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.