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 Portugal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.