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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.