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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.