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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.