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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.