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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.