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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.