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 Serbia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.