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 Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Television to the funk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.