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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 snare 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.