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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.