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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.