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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.