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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Ten City,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.