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 Burundi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.