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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.