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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.