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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Can,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.