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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the grime 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.