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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.