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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.