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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Sparks to the electroclash 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.