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 Kenya 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.