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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.