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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Q and Not U to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.