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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Josef K,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.