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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Qualms,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.