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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.