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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.