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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.