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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.