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 France and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
UT,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.