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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
June Days,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.