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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.