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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
New Order,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Franke,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.