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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Main Source,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.