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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.