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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.