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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Amazonics to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Slave,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.