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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.