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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.