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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Cluster to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies 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?
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.