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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Nas,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.