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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.