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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Nas,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.