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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.