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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.