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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.