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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.