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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
UT,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.