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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.