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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.