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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.