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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.