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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.