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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.