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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
The Gladiators,
UT,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.