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 Bolivia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.