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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.