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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.