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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.