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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.