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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.