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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.