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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.