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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
X-102,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
DNA,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
AZ,
cv313,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.