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 Colombia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.