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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
X-102,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.