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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.