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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.