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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.