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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.