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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.