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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.