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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.