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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 linndrum 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.