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 Nicaragua 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.