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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.