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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.