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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.