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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.