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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.