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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.