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 Syria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.