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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Faust to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Index,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.