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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 World's Most 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
10cc,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.