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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Visage,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.