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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.