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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Brick,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.