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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.