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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.