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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.