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 China and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Nico,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.