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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.