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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.