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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bauhaus to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.