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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.