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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.