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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fuzztones to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.