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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.