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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.