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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.