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 Belgium 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Can,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.