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 Honduras 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.