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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.