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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.