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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.