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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.