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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.