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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.