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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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.