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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Index,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.