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 Portugal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.