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 Monaco 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.