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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Panda Bear to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.