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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
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.