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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.