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 Brazil and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.