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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 10cc to the rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.