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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.