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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Junior Murvin to the dance 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.