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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.