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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Excepter,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Television,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.