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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.