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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Sparks to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.