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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.