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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Sällskapet to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.