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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.