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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.