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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.