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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.