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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.