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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Cameo,
Quantec,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.