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 Senegal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.