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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.