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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.