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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.