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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.