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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.