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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Television,
Monks,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
MDC,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.