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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.