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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
CMW,
The Martian,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.