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 Canada and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
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.