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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Unwound,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.