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 Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.