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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moleskins to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.