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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.