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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.