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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.