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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.