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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.