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 Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.