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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.