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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.