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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.