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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.