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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.