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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.