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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.