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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.