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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.