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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Television,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.