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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Names,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.