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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
UT,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.