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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.