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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 June Days to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.