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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.