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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.