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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.