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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Terry to the rap 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.