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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.