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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
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.