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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 John Cale 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.