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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.