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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the grime 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.