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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.