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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.