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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.