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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.