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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.