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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.