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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.