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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.