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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.