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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.