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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
cv313,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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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.