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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.