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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the punk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
The Names,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.