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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
MDC,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.