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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.