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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Jawbox to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
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.