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 Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.