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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
X-101,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.