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 Kazakhstan 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.