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 El Salvador 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.