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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.