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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.