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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.