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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Smog,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.