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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 the Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.