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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.