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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.