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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.