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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.