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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.