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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.