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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.