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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.