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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.