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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.