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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.