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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.