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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.