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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.