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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.