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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.