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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Main Source to the grime 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal 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?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.