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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Franke 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.