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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.