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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.