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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.