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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.