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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.