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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Nico,
Mars,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.