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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.