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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Manila and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.