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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.