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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.