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 Hungary 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.