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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.