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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.