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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.