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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Magma,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.