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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.