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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 The Move to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.