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 Cyprus 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.