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 Fiji 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Nas,
June Days,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Technova,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.