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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Organ to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.